[It breaks his heart in the very best way to hear those words from this man right now. The time they're sharing feels stilted, and endless at the same time, as he allows the music of them to settle over him. Dorian runs his hands down the length of Toby's torso as they come together, taking in the achingly familiar sensation of soft, well-worn flannel beneath his fingers, before he starts working at buttons. There's nothing his heart, and body crave more, than the passion with this man that Lucifer stole from him, but that kept playing in his head on loop regardless, because it was all so perfect - until it was everything but.

He's missed giving everything to this man that he's never surrendered to anyone else, and knowing it will be received with nothing but love, and enthusiastic acceptance.]

I know I can, [he contradicts.] That was every single breath for me, after you died.

[The memories make the need to fill those aching holes in his soul all the more insistent. As he finishes peeling the other man's shirt away, he pauses, and looks down into the vampire's face from where he's seated upon the man.]

You should bite me-- [Dorian breathes out, along with the rising tide of need, and love for the man beneath his hands.] we should-- I want us to have that right now. [To, as Toby once explained to him what feels like so long ago now, bind their lives together in blood.]